Monday, November 23, 2015

wannabe sleek race car driver,
piece it together Mr. McGaever,
roll on down that road, you blues beltin' diva,
the highway's waiting, squirmin' and turnin'
like a pissed off rattlesnake, with waitin' too long....

Can we get some speed goin?
in this feelin' machine....

Get your foot off the brake,
jam on the gas, before it's too late,
red and blue lights flashin'. way in the back,
we can't get caught, if we just keep on goin'

this feelin' machines...
is made for sorcerin" badass speed,
for wicked and wild, wind blown back hair...
for open mouthed, teeth showin', lip grinning, starry eyed stares...
just gotta open 'er up, go way past the limit, cause that's just where the good rides start...

You and I... we went to different parties,We left together,thought we were together,entered together,intended to BE together,but you and Iwe went to different partiesI peered through the marbled looking glass and saw you there,In your purple velvet finery,with your bright green tie....Your laughter was so loud and heavy,the music throbbed,open mouthed, and wild eyed....drunken laughter....and wide spread thighs....crooked disguises,full of lies......and I wished I was there...but could not climb through the closed and boarded portalso you and I,we went to different parties....And thus restrained,I did return, my gaze,to the place,I COULD go...White veiled silk and satin,celestial symphony of other world instruments playing....dancing, glowing...... fine as starlight, clear and opened eyes with sight....fine tuned perfect subtle hearing...I drank the wine, of pure undiluted,and unselfish,sweet and potent, love......And I let you GO...Yes, my darling...You and I,we went to different parties

For the beauty of the EARTH,
can you feel it?
The heart stopping magnificence of her?
The frozen moment of time, as we watch her?
The sharp intake of breath, as we are overwhelmed with the awe of her?

For the beauty of LIFE,
can you feel it?
The tenderness of its fragility?
The preciousness of its being only momentarily ?
The passion to experience all, in its totality ?

For the beauty of LOVE,
can you feel it?
The tenderness that holds true, throughout the dark night?
The butterfly tingling, as your heart, stumbles and begins its first flight?
The depths in the oceans of yearning, as you reach for LOVE, with all your might?

For the beauty of CONSCIOUSNESS,
can you feel it?
The crystal clear feeling of knowing?
The complete stillness of no doubts remaining?
The vastness of that peaceful domain of being?

Saturday, October 24, 2015

When you turned away,
your back was to him,
and he admired,
the lovely curves....
the softness of your skin....
the dimpled freckled canvas
on which he could paint....
your life......

When you walked away,
in tears....
he sent the wind to blow you back again,
stronger and stronger.
hoping the hurricane force of it....
would blow off your,
pride, your insanity of misery....
and you would turn around

When you closed your heart,
your temple crumbled....
cobwebs stiffened,
dust collected....
and he allowed it....
BUT
He rang the temple bells,
with all his mercy....
split the windows into spectral pieces...
hoping you would see him....
be with him,
once again....

AND you could not stay away for long....
his calling was too strong,
there was no other lover,
who could suffice,
no mother, no father
sister, brother...
companion...
more determined to
LOVE you
than he.....

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

There is no point in living only as a superficial token,to love only occasionally, when a heart is wide open.....There is no point in only sipping the drink,while the water in the pitcher is spilling over into the sink....There is no point in the dainty dabbing of tears,when the torrents are pouring through the dam of fears.....There is no point in refusing to smile,when the wild horses of joy are racing ...at a speed of split second per mile...There is no point in only stumbling along,when there's such a longing to run....God, the power's so strong.....there is no point in only peering into the room,the shutters are flung open and have aired out the gloom....there is no point in just sitting there,when a MASTER has asked for the dance...yes, it happens and yes, you can dare....there in no point in only wading in,when we are born with the knowing how to dive and swim...there is no point in pretending to sleep,eyes open wide, refuse to count sheep....there is no point in cowering afraid and alone,when the lion inside is roaring.and ready to roam,,,,there is certainly no point,in staying chained to the block,when keys of freedom have already broken the lockWe are here for so short a time,to not live it fully, has to be some kind of crime....

I could have hated,
I could have berated,
I could have scorned,
I could have mourned,
judged,
fought,
all those frightful options,
were laid out before me....
glittering like a fool's gold....
And like a fool,
I did consider...
their offer of defense,

But at that very moment
of indecision
my HEART won

I felt a subtle stirring,
the warmth of its flame burning,
the softness of its feathered comforting,
the ease of its simplicity,
no multiplicity...
the true shining of a diamond,
became my better choice.........

But at that very moment,
at least for that sweet eternal moment...
of my indecision,
my heart won !

A cathedral not of stone and beam,
but living, breathing...
evolving, deepening....

A temple of such perfection of construction,
that it does hold,
embrace....
the infinite beauty, which is my soul

A bower, a resting place...
a garden, so sacred and so humble,
that the DIVINE stoops and enters here...
to entwine, with me...

the portals of my mouth, my ears, my eyes
doorways and windows,
designed to witness
to feel, to hear, to kiss, to touch....to see....
to take in,
absorb,
with passionate intensity....
all that my soul is showing me...........

We were giants,
striding across open plains...
swinging from mountain top to mountain top
tickled by the hundred foot surf off New Zealand's coast

We flew across distances,
as if there were no time or space...
Our hair was combed by new born stars,
Planets were our eyes....
Moons our eyelashes....

We laughed and thunder rolled across the skies,
we played the harp of blizzards,
sang the song of earthquakes....
steeped ourselves in the hot tubs of volcanoes,
lava and ash were the bubbles in our bath

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Its kinda fun to sweep the floor,
watch the dust clouds fly out the door...

Its kinda fun to shake out the rugs,
to free the old shag from all its bits of dead bugs..

Its kinda fun to toss the old clothes in a heap,
they aren't something I really need to keep.....

Its kinda fun to throw the furniture out of the room,
I can dance so much better without that heavy gloom....

Its kinda fun to set a REALLY BIG FIRE
and watch the death dance when shadows expire...

Its kinda fun to let Shiva rule the roost,
its a hell of a blast, with her in cahoots....

Its kinda fun,
I have to admit....
now that there's nowhere left to sit,
cozy and comfortable, turned out on their head...
laughter and magic now have room in my bed...
its not for the timid, who don't want to let go,
I have a dear friend,
and its that very "ONE" who taught me so....

About Me

Author of The Spirit of Reiki and Tales From the Master. Creator of the music of the CD Innate Foundation - On the Journey. Founder of The Global Reiki Network - Earthsend. Founder of Innate Foundation